Pull my mask so tight, 拉我的面具这么紧，

Til it pinches my skin. 直到它捏我的皮肤。

Nerves strung so high. 神经串起这么高。

I am a mandolin. 我是一个曼陀林。

Jenny calls from Montana. 来自蒙大拿州的珍妮要求。

She's only passing through. 她只是路过。

Probably never see her again in this life, I guess. 恐怕再也见不到她了，这辈子，我猜。

Not sure what I'm gonna do. 不知道我该怎么办。

   

Plug a night light in. 插夜灯。

Leave the porch light on. 留在门廊的灯。

Because the small dark corners have designs on me. 因为小阴暗的角落有我的设计。

Live like an outlaw. 活得像一个逃犯。

Clutching gold coins in his claw. 紧抓金币在他的爪子。

   

Room full of ambitious young policemen. 房间里充满了雄心勃勃的年轻警察。

Everybody trying to make his mark. 每个人都试图使自己的印记。

I was a red dot blinking on a screen up overhead, 我是一个红点闪烁在屏幕上了高架，

And then the room went dark. 然后屋子就黑了。

Dream of maybe waking up someday, 梦想也许醒来有一天，

And wanting you less than I do. 并希望你比我少。

This is a dream though, 这是一个梦想，虽然，

It's never gonna come true. 它绝不会成真。

   

Plug a night light in. 插夜灯。

Leave the porch light on. 留在门廊的灯。

Because the small dark corners are establishing a colony. 因为小阴暗的角落都建立一个殖民地。

Live like an outlaw. 活得像一个逃犯。

Clutching gold coins in his claw. 紧抓金币在他的爪子。

   

Can't ever set aside the sweetness, 不能永远搁置了甜头，

Of the days before the crews put up the border. 天前的人员竖起边界。

Fields full of wet rain. 田满雨水打湿。

Cling tight to their memory forever. 紧抱住自己的记忆，直到永远。

Think about Montana when I close my eyes, 想想看，蒙大拿州，当我闭上双眼，

Possibly Jenny's headed east. 可能是珍妮的东边走去。

Count a couple of stray hopes outloud, 伯爵夫妇流浪的希望outloud ，

May their numbers one day be increased. 也许他们的人数一天之内增加了。

   

Plug a night light in. 插夜灯。

Leave the porch light on. 留在门廊的灯。

Because the small dark corners breathe like heavy animals. 因为小阴暗角落呼吸一样重的动物。

Live like an outlaw. 活得像一个逃犯。

Clutching gold coins in his claw. 紧抓金币在他的爪子。